As layers of dream, weaved with strings of sleep
As unfathomable mind, where thoughts go deep
As miniscule pollens are drifted to bring in life anew
As the good morn bids the silvery damsel adieu.
Time flows on reigning all the laws
Clasping every second in its claws
Time, a cruel gypsy, wandering vagabond
Eternal performer of a never-ending allemonde.
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